For three years, a woman who transmigrated had taken over my body. At last, I regained control.
I opened my eyes, unable to wait another moment, only to find myself surrounded by family who hated me to the core.
Mom and Dad were in tears. “We just wanted to spend a little more time with Tangtang. Are you really so jealous, so unable to tolerate her?”
My brother and fiancé looked at me with icy contempt. “You’re not even worthy of a single strand of Tangtang’s hair. Wearing that face and pretending to be her only makes people sick.”
Just as they wished, I had cancer, and I was about to die.
After I died, the woman who had transmigrated, the one they longed for, would return.
